"Search the soul and search for the soul!" Ma Xingkong's words were like the King of Hell's judgment, and ruthlessly put an end to Uesugi's life.-./-

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp white light appeared at the tip of the magic wand in his hand, which penetrated into Uesugi Tuhu's head, and then a soft milky white light flowed into Ma Xingkong's mind.

In this way, the magical bond of soul-successful soul-successful soul-successful soul-stricken heads connected Ma Xingkong and Uesugi Tuhu's heads. In the flashing white light, countless memory fragments flowed like glittering shadows in Ma Xingkong's pupils.

In order to perform the task, it is necessary to roughly control some Japanese, so Ma Xingkong decided to watch and analyze all the life experiences of Uesugi Tuhu.

How many experiences do people have in their life? The wonderful, dull, interesting, boring, everything is faithfully recorded by the human brain. Although sometimes people cannot recall it themselves, these memories have always existed intact.

Therefore, even with the peak mental power of the third stage of Ma Xingkong, it took two minutes to browse the memories of Uesugi Tuhu.

When browsing the memory fragments, Ma Xingkong came to watch from the perspective of Uesugi Tuhu. He also experienced everything Uesugi Tuhu himself, just like Uesugi Tuhu himself.

After Ma Xingkong read the memory in an extremely rough manner, because the mental power difference between the two sides was too large, Uesugi's slaughter of the tiger burst directly, becoming a mixture of flesh and blood that nourishes the land.

After reading the other party's experience, even though his nerves were tough and thick, he couldn't help but sigh: "The illegitimate son, homosexual, a waste who cannot practice can still reach such a position under these three shackles. If I hadn't met me today, I'm afraid this guy's future achievements will be limitless..."

I admire him. But if Ma Xingkong made a new choice, he would probably still use soul search to extract the other party's memory without hesitation and kill him.

Even if the hatred between China and Japan is exhausted, it cannot be washed away. Killing the other party’s outstanding figure is Ma Xingkong’s responsibility as a Chinese.

Besides, it feels really good to kill geniuses!

Ma Xingkong narrowed his eyes slightly, and he waved the wand in his hand casually. He showed a clear light on the military uniform left by Uesugi Tuhu: "Clean up!"

The flesh and blood on the military uniform quickly faded away. It became fresh and clean again. I picked it up and put it on my body. A smile like a naughty boy appeared on the corner of Ma Xingkong's mouth.

...

Ma Xingkong wore a military uniform that originally belonged to Uesugi Tuhu, died of the photo on the identity plate, and then stepped on Wang Qian to create it in his spare time. He installed a special flowing jade certificate, slowly drifting towards the central area of ​​Diaosha Island recorded in the memory fragments.

No. 1 sentry.

"Please show your ID!" A Japanese soldier with the rank of captain saw Ma Xingkong's military uniform representing the rank of the colonel. He deliberately lowered his posture and said in a whisper.

After brewing in my mind for a while, Ma Xingkong stepped on the streaming jade butterfly and looked at the captain in front of him: "Baga! I am Uesugi Tuhu. Have you ever heard of me coming here? Get out of here!"

After carefully examining Ma Xingkong's face and the aircraft that was not as ordinary as an ordinary person under his feet, although he understood that Ma Xingkong's origin was extraordinary, the captain of the Japanese army still plucked up the courage to speak: "We have indeed received the news, but..."

He wanted to say something, but then he was slashed by a very arrogant, unreasonable big ears. He could no longer answer the words.

Bang!

"Get out of here!" Ma Xingkong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him with a cold face, like a human being blocked by an ant. He was thinking about how to crush the other party to death.

How serious was Ma Xingkong's murder? After being swept away by his cold eyes, the captain immediately felt a cold current rising from his tail vertebra to his scalp, sweating all over his body, and his body trembled and unable to control himself.

"Hi!" The captain of the Japanese army endured the scorching pain on his face, and did not dare to cover it with his hands. He bowed repeatedly, for fear that he would be pursued by Ma Xingkong, a fake product, would be killed on the spot.

Ma Xingkong seemed to be angry when he swept the other party with a arrogant expression. He stepped on the jade pendant and flew forward much faster than before.

Five minutes later, the second post.

"Please show your ID." Although Ma Xingkong's appearance is extraordinary, his handsome and majestic weapon, and his equipment is obviously not high-end goods that ordinary officers can get, there is always no shortage of courage in the world.

This is even more true for evolvers with strength, otherwise the army around the world would not be so difficult to control, and there would always be cases of the following offenses.

Bang!

"Baga! I am Uesugi Tuhu, get out of here!"

Waking up by Ma Xingkong unreasonably, the other party instantly realized that neither his identity nor strength was a cruel fact that he could compare with.

So, the man nodded with a star-catching look on his eyes and then covered his face and felt unwilling to let go.

After thinking for two minutes, he immediately picked up the communication machine and sent a message to the iron buddy at the next post: "Uesugi Tuhu is here, don't stop him!"

So, Ma Xingkong used his ears to open the way and smoothly entered the location of one of the two treasures that Japan suppressed luck in the legend.

The moment he entered the area where the treasure was located, Ma Xingkong immediately restrained his previous arrogant style.

After he killed an ordinary soldier from the Japanese army, he turned into a little transparent person with no sense of existence after simple disguise - the premise was that he did not look at his face.

"On Diaosha Island, the Japanese army guards this treasure-giving team adopts a rotation system, which is rotated every fourteen days, with at least two third-level strong men and one hundred second-level peak strong men taking charge at each time." Ma Xingkong held a snatched firearm, patrolling as if he was thinking about how to start.

"If you take two days of shifts, it means that there are at least two hundred second-level peak powerhouses on this island. How did Japan get all together? There must be strangeness here!"

"This tm is still attracted by half of the strong men. If it were the previous ones, it would be much more terrifying." Ma Xingkong's brows gradually tightened.

For Ma Xingkong, who had killed dozens of third-level mutant creatures, he was not afraid of the two third-level strong men at all, but the 100 second-level peaks forced him to worry.

You should know that humans are best at teamwork compared to other creatures. If a hundred second-level peaks have any secret methods of attack, they will not talk about snatching the treasures, once they are discovered, they may not even escape.

"Not if! Although Japan is small, it is also a country with a history of two thousand years. Slending opponents is insulting themselves. Now they have absolutely mastered the secret method of joint attack!" Ma Xingkong wiped out the little bit of luck that he had just risen, but the worries in his heart became stronger. "Conservatively, there is still one day. If you can't start within one day, it will be even more difficult in the future."

Suddenly, Ma Xingkong seemed to have thought of something. His frown brows stretched out and his body rushed into a hidden place like a ghost.

The ancient short sword was taken out from the blood jade belt, and Ma Xingkong buried it deeply in the land. He flashed his body and entered his personal space again.

After adjusting the elapse of time to 10 to 1, only two and a half hours passed in the real world, and a day had passed in Ma Xingkong's personal space.

On this day, in addition to updating his current mission progress and wonderful stories with Zhao Linger, Ma Xingkong also adjusted himself to his best state, full of energy, refreshed and his combat power reached a small peak.

Silently tore the ground apart, Ma Xingkong put the ancient short sword into the blood jade belt and jumped out of the soil.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly: "I make a wish to get the opportunity to get close to the treasures on Diaosha Island."

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In my mind, a silver-white wish coin rotated wildly. As it rotated, a soft white light shone across the body like a silver statue. These silver-white lights even penetrated and scattered into the sky, which was extremely eye-catching. What was strange was that no creature seemed to see this magical scene.

The light dissipated, and the wish coins lay quietly in Ma Xingkong's mind, literally facing up, and the wish was successful.

Five seconds later, just as Ma Xingkong cleared his body and tidied up his belongings to walk to the avenue, a second-level peak-level powerful man suddenly stood up from the grass ten meters ahead of Ma Xingkong.

I have to say that this guy is very lucky and even shouted before Ma Xingkong killed him: "Brother! I just ate the wrong thing and my stomach hurts so much. Can you help me with the task first? At most, at most three hours, I will be back!"

Can a second-level peak strongman also have diarrhea?

Looking at the Japanese soldier who looked pale and as soft as gold paper and had nostalgia, Ma Xingkong couldn't help but look a little strange.

"Brother... help me! At worst, I'll treat you to dinner when I come back!" It seemed that Ma Xingkong's strange gaze was a little scared. The Japanese soldier with diarrhea suddenly became a little anxious, "This mission is for attendance. If you don't, I will be punished for demerit. If you don't help, brother will be miserable this time!"

After saying this, the soldier turned pale and squatted into the grass and began to excrete.

"What do you do?" Ma Xingkong's Japanese was a bit crappy, so he tried to keep his words concise.

"I don't know either. Anyway, I'll follow Makura and Lord Bofeng to guard that thing." The unfortunate and miserable second-level peak strongman maintained a crouching position, stretched out a trembling finger, and pointed at a stone tower that was like a black python.

And that is exactly where the treasure of luck is. (To be continued...)

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